Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.